Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.